Just as the Black Jiao King was about to make a move and fight with Murong Wudao with all his might, Murong Wudao's figure suddenly stopped.

"After all, we have been old friends for thousands of years, I still don't want to do this, I think we can still discuss, how about talking about it again?" Murong Wudao dispersed the white light all over his body, as if to show his sincerity, his gaze softened, and he took a few steps towards the Black Jiao King.

The Black Jiao King looked at Murong Wudao coldly, and after a long time, the red light of his whole body also dissipated, his eyes were a little more contemptuous, and he said in his heart, just look at what this old Wang Ba still wants to say.

But who knows, as soon as the Black Jiao King relaxed his vigilance, Murong Wudao's right hand suddenly burst into white light, and the dark cone-shaped artifact shot out quickly.

The Black Jiao King was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood in his heart that this old Murong dog was cheating!

Lying to himself to discuss, in fact, he let his guard down, and he will attack quickly!

Unscrupulous means for the sake of the end, all three indiscriminate tricks are used, it is really shameless to the extreme!

But this is indeed Murong Wudao's style.

To achieve the goal, do whatever it takes, even dignity, reputation, honor, etc., are dispensable.

Since the Black Jiao King had just dispersed to cultivate, Murong Wudao took a few steps closer to the Black Jiao King, and the distance between the two was not far, and it was too late to re-condense the cultivation at this time.

"Poof!"

The cone-shaped artifact struck directly into the Black Jiao King's chest.

The Black Jiao King only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he could even hear the sound of the scale armor on his body shattering.

The body was carried backwards by this force.

"Bang!"

The Black Jiao King fell heavily to the ground, to be precise, he was first stabbed horizontally by the black cone-shaped artifact, and then stapled to the ground, and forced him to the ground.

"It's... Poof..."The Black Jiao King was extremely shocked in his heart, but before he could come back to his senses, a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out of his throat.

This cone-shaped artifact is so strange, not only is it extremely sharp, but it also has a power to restrain monsters.

The cone-shaped artifact shot horizontally, and it should have passed through the body, but it was fixed on his chest, and then flew to the ground, which was very strange, as if the cone-shaped artifact had spirituality and could change its direction by itself!

The Black Jiao King struggled to stand up, but every time he moved, the cone-shaped artifact would penetrate deeper into the ground, and the wound was even bigger by the cone-shaped artifact, and blood gushed outward.

He only felt this sharp pain, which hurt into his heart and lungs, as if his body had been torn apart.

His hands quickly turned into claws, trying to condense the true qi and force this cone-shaped artifact out of his body, but after working hard for a long time, there was no fluctuation of the true qi, and the cultivation of the whole body seemed to be half collapsed, and he couldn't condense it at all.

Frightened in his heart, he hurriedly reached for his hand to his chest again, hoping that he could pull the cone-shaped artifact out of his chest with brute force.

But as soon as his hands touched the cone-shaped object, his fingers seemed to be corroded by sulfuric acid and burned by the fire, which was unbearable pain, and there was a "zizi" burning sound.

"Hehe, how does it feel? Oh, by the way, I remind you, don't move, and don't try to use cultivation, because your true qi can't be condensed at all, and don't try to struggle, because every time you struggle, this demon suppression tower will go deep into your body or magnify it for a few points, and in the end, you will most likely be torn apart by this tower. By the way, don't touch it, it's the nemesis of the demon clan, and if you move it, it will burn painfully!" Murong Wudao said with a smile as he squatted beside the Black Jiao King.

"Demon Suppression Tower, Nameless Demon Suppression Tower, you actually..."The Black Jiao King was stunned, even more surprised than he had been when he had obtained the Binding God Lock before.

"Hehe, you've seen it again, do you know, this is Nameless's favorite treasure, and it took a lot of effort to refine it back then, and it is said that it took hundreds of years in time alone, but I got it in Nameless's coffin. Murong Wudao said with a smile.

"Murong Old Dog, I really didn't expect that you, a dignified thousand-year-old power, would use such a trivial means as a sneak attack, and even dig up your master's coffin for the sake of the gods, it is really a big rebellion, it is against the principles of human ethics, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven!" The eyes of the Black Jiao King seemed to be able to breathe flames, if the eyes could kill, Murong Wudao would have died eight hundred times.

"Despicable, shameless, damned, Black Dragon King, I don't even know what to say about you, you are all demon beasts who have lived for thousands of years, and you still have such childish ideas, don't you know that strength is the only truth in this world? At that time, mortals in the world will worship me, demon beasts will fear me, and everyone will only remember my strength and strength. I don't think I can meet the curse, but the ascension of the heavenly tribulation is possible. Murong Wudao said with a smile.

The Black Jiao King looked at Murong Wudao's smug expression, like a villain's triumphant expression, it was extremely ugly, such a character, also worthy of having the realm of righteous gods or ascending to godhood?

It's a dream!

Although he was eager to kill Murong Wudao immediately, there was no way to do it at this time.

Blood kept flowing out of his chest, and with every movement, the Demon Suppression Tower would become a little bigger, and the wounds he would tear and become bigger.

"Hehe, don't look at me like that, you want to kill me, wait until you can get out of trouble! Hahaha... I really didn't expect that the leader of the Black Dragon Alliance, the legendary Black Dragon King of the Half-Demon God, would die tragically in my hands, if people outside knew and saw you like this, I really don't know how they would feel, would they directly serve me as the new director of the Hermit Alliance?"

The Black Jiao King didn't bother to say a word, his eyes looked coldly at Murong Wudao's dirty face.

Murong Wudao glanced at the sky and said, "Hey, I want to see you struggling and in pain for a while, but the gate of the Heavenly Dao is about to close, so I can only understand you helplessly, and you will be less tormented by pain for a while." “

After he finished speaking, he slowly stood up and took out a short artifact from his arms.

A palm-long dagger appeared in his palm.

Although the dagger was short, it was very sharp, and in the sunlight, it glowed with a strange blue light.

"What is this, also taken from the Nameless Tomb?" the Black Jiao King's tone was full of contempt.

At this moment, he is not afraid, since he wants to die, he will also die majestic, and he will never be afraid, he is a dragon after all, and he is the leader of the Black Dragon Dream Alliance!

Murong Wudao looked at the dagger, then turned his eyes to look at the Black Jiao King, and said, "You ask this dagger? No, I personally refined it." Although it is not a divine object, it is also the best in the world, and it is a nether stone that I accidentally got when I wandered away in the desert. It never had a name, but I think soon, it will have a loud name, Tu Jiao! What do you think of that name?"

The Black Jiao King knew the meaning of these words, and Murong Wudao wanted to use the dagger in his hand to kill himself, and to name his dagger with this, it was really despicable to the extreme.

"Okay, Black Dragon King, you can go on the road, don't blame me, if you want to blame, you can only blame you for your lack of brains, lack of wisdom, and blocking my progress, I can only kick you off as a stone. In the next life, I will try to be a beast like a beast again, so let's try to be a person. After Murong Wudao finished speaking, he slowly squatted down again, holding the dagger in his hand, and leaned towards the neck of the Black Jiao King.

"Click!"

"Huh?" Murong Wudao heard a sound behind him that seemed to be an eggshell shattering.

The Black Jiao King also heard it and wanted to get up and look, but with the Demon Suppression Tower on his chest, he couldn't sit up at all.

Murong Wudao looked behind him, except for the charred corpse of the guard, there was nothing wrong, where did the voice just now come from?

He slowly stood up, holding the dagger to his chest, and cautiously reached for the guard, all the while keeping his eyes around for a surprise attack.

"Click!" was another cracking sound.

Murong Wudao's eyes were surprised, and he clearly heard that this sound was actually from the charred corpse of the general!

Could it be that after scorching Shou's skin, it shattered when it was cold? Murong Wudao thought to himself.

He slowly walked over to the guard, wanting to check on his body again.

"Click, click, click..." The sound of shattering began to sound in a row, and Murong Wudao stopped and carefully observed the every move of the corpse in front of him.

After a full minute of waiting, the charred corpse did not change in any way.

Murong Wudao frowned, his face was puzzled, and he muttered to himself, "Could it be the shattering reaction after being scorched?"

He thought about it for a moment, and felt that it was better to confirm it.

Thinking about it, he held the dagger and strode towards the general, ready to insert the general's two knives to see what the situation was.

Just when he was already less than one step away from Shou Shou, there was a "snap" sound, and Shou's charred flesh exploded violently!

Murong Wudao's face was shocked, and he kicked his legs back and dodged.

"Zi, zi, zi..."

The charred flesh fell on the surrounding scorched earth, and immediately rose into white smoke, and finally spontaneously ignited small flames and turned into ashes.

And the messy black flesh, one piece of which happened to hit Murong Wudao's left face, he screamed "ah" directly, and even reached out to take off the skin and flesh that fell on his face.

"Ahh

Finally, after a small flame ignited on the charred black flesh, it was quickly extinguished, but there was a square burn mark on Murong Wudao's face, much like the imprint on the faces of criminals in ancient prisons.

The left side of Murong Wudao's face was burned, even his eyes were red and swollen, tears kept flowing, and his vision became blurred.

He gently wiped his eyes with his white sleeves, and soon, the discomfort in his eyes gradually eased, but it was still red and swollen.

"Damn, it actually exploded..."Before the word was spoken, Murong Wudao stood directly on the spot.

The Black Jiao King couldn't stand upright, and although he tried to look down with his eyes, he still couldn't see anything.

He looked up to the sky and shouted, "What's going on?"

For some reason, he actually had a bad feeling in his heart, even worse than Murong Wudao killing him with a dagger.

To his disappointment, Murong Wudao didn't answer him, as if he had disappeared.

He shouted again: "Murong Lao'er, what the hell is going on!"

There was still no reply, and the surroundings were very quiet, and the silence was surprisingly quiet.

Soon, he heard Murong Wudao's voice again: "I'll leave immediately, how about letting me go?"

The voice was incomparably humble and servile, almost like a begging for mercy.

The Black Jiao King was very puzzled when he heard Murong Wudao's words, listening to his words, it seemed that there was a powerful figure in front of him, but his voice didn't seem to be restrained or held hostage, and there was no sound of fighting before, so why did he beg for mercy.

"Old dog, what the hell is going on!Answer me quickly!" The feeling of uneasiness in the Black Jiao King's heart became stronger and stronger, this was a feeling that he had never felt in his life, even if he was almost stabbed to death just now.

"Smack!"

The sound of the iron falling sounded, followed by a "poof", and the sound of the body falling to the ground sounded again.

The Black Jiao King didn't shout again this time, he understood in his heart that Murong Wudao had been put down.

Then, "Sand, sand, sand..."There was the sound of people walking on the scorched earth, and the steps came towards the Black Jiao King.

The Black Jiao King panicked inexplicably, and his heart was beating "suddenly".

Obviously, the person who knocked Murong Wudao down was walking towards him.

He knew in his heart that this person must be very powerful, otherwise Murong Wudao, that old dog, would never have fought without fighting, and directly admitted defeat and pretended to be cowardly.

Suddenly, an incomparably fair, grim-faced, but very familiar face appeared on top of the Black Jiao King.

"You... You're not dead!" The Black Jiao King was shocked, his eyes wide open.

"Well, I've let you down. “

At this time, in front of the Black Jiao King, it was the general who was killed by the thunder and blackened all over!

I saw that Jiang Shou was naked, his body was as white as jade, and his eyes became incomparably deep, like the vast universe.

"Hey, someone has obstructed you several times, I was going to kill you, but I was persecuted by Murong Wudao's old dog, it seems that God bless you and don't bless me! The Black Jiao King was lying on the ground with his head heavy, his heart was already like ashes, and there was no hope at all.

In the past, he was a powerful cultivator in the Righteous God Realm and did not kill the general, but at this time, he was not only seriously injured, but the general guard also stepped into the Righteous God Realm, which was comparable to his own cultivation, or even stronger.

In his heyday, he might not have been able to kill him.

"Ahh

But he was soon stunned, and the Demon Suppression Tower that was fixed to his chest was gone.

His cultivation was also recovering rapidly, and although the wound on his chest was very large, as if he had been punched through, it was also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He sat up and looked at the general in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

The general guard had already stood up, his whole body was like jade, and he even shone in the sun.

At this time, he was throwing the shrunken Demon Suppression Tower back and forth with his hand, looking at the Black Jiao King with a playful expression.